"Firaxa One, this is Two."
"Go Two."
"That fighter and assault shuttle are breaking off and turning back toward the surface."
"Copy Two. Dey won't get away," Nal said into her comm. She and her Chiss wingman banked to give pursuit in perfect unison. They didn't need to give voice to their speculations on who the pilots of those two ships were. Both could sense the sicking waves of the Dark Side oozing from that direction.
They had done their best to engage the two ships, but it seemed that something or someone had always been in their way. Finally they had a clear shot and they both jammed the throttle as high as it would go, doing their best to catch their quarry.
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Raezyr followed closely behind his brother. They had a momentary respite from the battle and the big Sith finally looked around and took stock of the warning lights and beacons that were flashing and screaming at him from all about the fighter cockpit.
The fighter was an older model, and not nearly as agile or fast as he was used to. Several blasts had landed during the fierce sortie, but he hadn't really paid attention, instead allowing the Force to guide his actions. As he realized just how much damage he had sustained, he swore softly. His rage had swelled since it first began back in the base until it was almost a tangible thing at this point.
He reached over and switched his comm to the encrypted private channel. "Tryst... Blade. You copy?" he asked through clenched teeth.
"Go ahead."
"My hyperdrive is gone and I'm slowly venting oxygen," he stated.
Trychon swore, unknowingly echoing his half-brother's words from moments ago. They both knew what this meant. Instead of taking out the facility and making their escape, they were going to have to actually land. He looked at his radar, although he needn't have bothered. He could feel the two Jedi who had peeled off to give chase.
"They're at our six and closing fast," Trychon stated. He knew he didn't need to say who was following them.
"New plan," came Raezyr's voice across the comm. "Once we hit atmo, I'll turn back and engage. Keep the Jedi scum off your back while you take out the target. Signal me when it's finished and I'll land... you come pick me up on the fly."
"They're gonna vape you when you cycle for a landing," Trychon stated. He didn't like the plan at all, but then again, he couldn't really think of an alternative at the moment.
"I don't think so," Raezyr replied. "They've been using ion cannons for the most part. They want us alive. A thousand creds says they land and try to capture me."
"Universally stupid, Blade," Trychon said. "I know they're Jedi, but they've been after us for a long time now."
"No, this might be a good thing," Raezyr answered. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that this was a great idea. He'd draw them off from his brother, then land. When they followed suit, trying to capture him, he'd slay them. The Sith warrior began to salivate at the thought of a little revenge.
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Captain Wash Moklam studied the holographic battle screen laid out before him. The Jedi had broken off their attack to follow two ships. He had to assume those were the Sith they were after, and he was content to let them go. He had bigger problems right now.
That recent arrival of that damn capital ship had played havoc with his well laid battle plans, and long range scanners indicated it was an unmanned drone. Still, he recognized it. This damn ship had haunted his dreams ever since it's involvement in the aurodium hi-jacking.
Right now it was providing effective cover for the escaping freighters, making it hard for his fighters to get in and disable the escaping criminals. Once again the big ship was making it's way straight at his own Hammerhead class capital ships. The difference was that this time he was ready for it.
"Intensify forward shields!" he shouted to his command crew and over the comm to the other hammerhead. "Concentrate all firepower on that cruiser!"
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